damn. it seems like all the dope rhymers all leaving the board and all these newbies r coming on for some reason. i think it sucks, i havent seen as many dope writings like i saw when i first came to this board. i miss the ill shit. just some werds.

I, somewhat, agree with you but I think it's the fact that there are plenty of good battlers but these newbies that aren't as good take up all the room with weaker battles. We need to see some good writers battling each other.

lets finish this first and then have a blind tourney, then after it's over Funky and I can go off to a dark corner, exchange some body fluids, then it's back to my bedroom for some hellacious horizontal mamboling!!!! Sound good to you Funky??

lets finish this first and then have a blind tourney, then after it's over Funky and I can go off to a dark corner, exchange some body fluids, then it's back to my bedroom for some hellacious horizontal mamboling!!!! Sound good to you Funky??

funky after u retire Can I still rip on you??? cum on dawg White KNuckles too much for u now....oh I see your handing your thrown to pep...aight..good luck with retirment hope the forums pention plan works good for you

_________________I carry the cross If virgin mary had an abortion I'de still be carried on a chariot by stampeeding horses

Shut the fuck up pussy he's tired of you weak mu'fuckin' wiggers thinkin' you gangsta and you got skills yet end up spittin' senseless often mispelled haphazard drivel.....
But don't wory I'll drive all you little weak ass mu'fuckaz off this site I've done it b4 and I'll do it again.................

i know funky and jeb have written their verses.. so.. with all due respect BP - i think you should just be out and Eddie should post their shit.. i just wanna read it.. i dont care..

_________________"in this rap game i'm nobody / why / nobodys perfect" - Rise
"If you go Platinum it's got nothin to do with luck/ it just means a milion people are stupid as fuck" - Immortal Technique

will be choked anxiously provoking languished pain on pages of spoken rage
attacking the keys to dispose the Angus beef and corrode the quotes you create
I cremate flames... my advice for you brethren is advise discretionmy devised methods are made Explicit implying the demise of a disguised legend
who blurts wack lines in battles babbling like sidekicks riding 'side saddle'
getting knocked 'in the middle of next week' is your idea of time travel
a fuckin has-been... my rhymes' force roundhouse kicks you off your 'high horse' aborting your challenges... I'll deform your balance
your unorthodox style measurements prove you're 'short on talent'
and soft as a pillowbed... you talk out your ass like you've got balls on the Internet
lost in the sauce of a blenders' best whipping, I'll hand-to-hand 'cripple' and bloody your grill for 'set-tripping'
just try and MATCH the skill of a fresh rolled cigarette and fall victim to the flaws in your intellect
I give no threats... I made a promise to Tasa to kill these vets
deez rude bwoi skill no test... and Jeb you WILL BLEED NEXT
in a sea of red once your arsenal's depleted and dusk sets the showdown
I leave unscathed with extra clips and you'll depart with NO ROUNDS...

ThE BoOTy GraBbA

..yet you spit pussy raps with vagina lips quivering for tentacle dick
your ideas conceived through wattage of used light bulbs, thoughts of the 'dim-witted dense'
receive the "Captains' Log' on 'stardate' my verbal weapons'll turn your flesh to shark bait
you soft fake, lost change trying to put quarters in Eddies' Arcadeyou can lose or you can lose, they're your options: choose your choice
when ThaTruth deploys I'll brutally destroy you after you poop in your Bugle Boys
looks like the work of a master, Jeb's a pimp but his bitch would lift her skirt if you asked her
get served in this battle, you game hookers and 'flirt with disaster'
with a dirty gold tooth wanna hear the whole TRUTH? you ain't heard the half of it
I could spurt half assed spits and stomp what you wrote purposely on accident
till you all gashed and shit...and none of your swelled joints bend
I'll show you the way to Hades' haven in this verse I scribed with Hell Points' Penget the point bitch?!... you'll never pull someone like Kisa you dumb ass
nah... I take that back, go find a cute albino and give her a tongue bath (KISS A PALE)

*pauses to laugh for a sec...*

where was I? still scarring your title you chose to spar with a rival
that'll charcoal your eyeballs with flames I use to spark up the hydro
this is a free for all, all for self my 'sole purpose' is to maul your health
Truth's the flow surgeon closing curtains try using the 'microphone' and 'call for help' to lost avail
I'll reconstruct your symmetry on impulse..tossing flaming fireballs of energy
verbally abusing the NEW you physically, adding ''insults to injuries''
I'm over-joyed to humiliate humans, reacting with prose and poise
ready to post and hoist Jebs picture in chit chat as futilitys' poster boy///

Funky

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Jeb:

want respect? I'll give a 21 gun salute to ya chest spike sole boot will do the rest
confuse the meds called out on the scene to clean dead mod juice and mess
there can only be one, few and far are skilled,
someone lied, said you had talent, miseducated you like Lauryn Hill
love behaving bad when I was made they broke the mold
you'll be raving mad like someone bumped the turntables of Paul Oakenfold,
little rascals, Stymie and Buckwheat can't touch me in cloaken mode,
Dr. Faust, jousted with BP it was too easy, I broke his pole,
I'll crush Toez throat with illegal choking holds,
pissed on both your dreams, soaked your goals, you too bitch so I made it your chosen role
voted most animate Mod unanimous Iraqi style or my death squad will close the polls,
even your DJ's revolution gets overthrown
insidious malicious malcontent pimp open for business, words infinite
with death defying diction and burn cats like dirty knees on carpet friction,
target ya system, expose your inner linings
for heart ripping Toez I'm reminding
you, couldn't see me 3 deep in 3-d with red and blue tints
you still making yourself a fucking nuisance
this is like freshman squad benchwarmers with no hope of improvement
and can't move shit against a Blue Chip
whose too sick, a fiend who breaks and cleans femurs to use as toothpicks
I got ammo, more than enough plentiful to diminish these fools, drill to breach cavities like dentist tools, BP bear witness as I skin the Truth then finish you stranglin your air supply with lacing from his tennis shoes
I stomp hoes, buck em down like Australian broncos
the unconquerable
a tornado touch down with nuff pounds to mutt these mongrels
Incite a viper's wrath get hit precise like a sniper's blast, BP thought he was on some new shit but that was only his diaper rash,
Truth proved in fights with Knuckles White that he's the bitch type to dash if raps were riches you couldn't supercompute my loot stacked in trucks
while you gently counting pennies using your fingers, toes and an abacus
wish you woulda got cut loose-and-ran versus JB Superman, got these mods cornered
your all goners, my love taps do damage to neighboring planets, your Smallville Pop Warner

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